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I almost laugh in his face, but I decide against it. “There was no love, Coleman. Not an ounce.”
He shakes his head once, shifting his face closer to mine, then his lips touch me, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he holds his mouth against my own for a moment before he begins to speak.
“You had love for them, Claire. Because that is who you are, isn’t it?”
He’s right. I don’t know how to hate them. So I choose to be indifferent because that is easier than thinking about the fact that I don’t hate them. He shifts back slightly, his gaze holding on me.
“If I didn’t feel love for them. What kind of person would that make me? Would you want to be married to her?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a small smile, then he clears his throat. “No, I wouldn’t want to marry her. I took a gamble knowing what your parents were like anyway,” he replies on a chuckle.
He did.
A huge gamble.
“Isn’t that what you do in Vegas? Gamble?” I ask.
His fingers tighten in my hair. Hard. Then he rolls me onto my back, his hips nestling between my thighs.
“It is, hummingbird. A huge gamble.” His face moves forward, his lips brushing mine again, this time his tongue slipping into my mouth before it swirls around, and he tastes me. “Best gamble I’ve ever taken.”
I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, gripping him there as he lowers his head and begins to kiss me again. His hips roll, and I moan at the sensation of his length beginning to harden against my overly sensitive and swollen center.
Coleman breaks the kiss to nibble on my bottom lip before he lifts his head and his eyes connect with mine. He watches me for a moment, then his lips curve up into a smile. It’s soft and sweet, a far cry from the man I imagined would wish for an arranged marriage.
I assumed he would be cruel, a monster at the least, an animal. But so far, he’s been none of those things. His family, too. Even as I watched my parents’ throats being slit, I did not feel as if it was unwarranted.
There’s something wrong with me.
“Hummingbird, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re out of the middle of the situation, and your eyes have been opened.”
“Have they?” I ask.
He hums as he dips his chin to touch his lips to mine again. “All of you have been opened,” he murmurs, then I feel his fingers slip between my legs. “My cum is still sticky between your legs. It’s hot as fuck.”
“Coleman,” I exhale.
Lifting my hips, I whimper as his fingers slide through my folds, then swirl my clit before repeating the motion over and over. I wrap my fingers around his strong biceps and hold on to him, my nails digging into his flesh as I grip him tightly.
“You smell like me, like sex, and I want you to smell like this all the time. My beard smells like your pussy, every part of you is imprinted on me, and every part of me is imprinted on you. This night is done. We don’t speak of it again, yeah?”
I wonder, without saying anything, how many of these types of nights there will be. How many things will happen, how many secrets, how many murders and unspeakable acts will occur that I will just have to forget or maybe won’t ever be aware of?
I don’t ask that, though. It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. He’s my husband. I am his wife. Whatever happens when it comes to business, when it comes to his life with his family, it doesn’t concern me.
His mouth moves down my jaw to my neck and stops at the hollow of my throat before he murmurs against my skin, “Our world is not easy, Claire. But you’ve already proven today, just like Parker has, that you can handle it.”
He doesn’t say another word, and neither do I. Instead, he shifts away from me, flips me over, and begins to play with my ass. I gasp, unsure of what to do, but at the same time, loving every second. I’m exhausted. I don’t think I have anything left in me, but as he pays special attention to my back entrance, I want more.
This is what he was talking about.
This is the filthy he mentioned, I decide. He can do this anywhere and everywhere. It doesn’t have to be a hotel. Our marriage bed at home is better than this. Because this isn’t wrong.
This is as perfect as he is because it’s us.
Him and me.
COLEMAN
